#foot-growth

[intotheelliwoods]

some memes for you all today

[vergilbergart]

so like .... Spider-verse AU where Gabriella is Spider-Man in one universe and somehow Miguel meets her and its very EEAAO [:

i have nothing to say for myself except this AU is angsty and i;ll write it (gestures vaguely) eventually

[nashvillethotchicken]

Assuming lestat is actually six feet (seems like a lie but whatever), how big were his parents that after years of abuse and childhood malnutrition from poverty, that mf is still 6 feet tall?

[heich0e]

sometimes i listen to 'the view between villages' and i wonder if oikawa feels resentment when he goes home to japan

[sf447da]

Recording Your Reaction (Butt Expansion, Foot Expansion)

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[prince-liest]

Random factoid: The personal aroace realization is relatively new on my end (I spilled too many skill points into my self-gaslighting stat on character creation, oops!), and the absolute plethora of aroace people just pouring out of the woodwork and into the comments of the radiostatic series to go, "This! I'm aroace and I didn't expect a fic to get it but you did and it's THIS!" has actually done a GREAT deal in terms of validating me and banishing the Ghost of Allonormativity Past. So. Thanks, everyone!

The moral of the story is that writing unhinged fanfiction is good for personal processing.

[macromen13]

“I’m so BIG - I don’t care what or who I step on now! 😈 just wait until I become even more MASSIVE”

It’s me~ let me know what you think 😉

[growthgoddess]

Woah, woah, woaaaaaaah!!!

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 13: Clown

Info │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06 │ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13

Derek practically whimpered like a wolf pup as he watched his husband, Stiles, slowly slump to the couch. The usually vibrant and cheerful human had been going through some hardships at work, and it’d really affected his mood; thus, the normally smiley and singsongy Stiles was all gray and sulky. The alpha werewolf frowned as he saw Stiles’s thin shoulders rise and fall with a sigh.

On a normal day, Derek was the grumpy one, mad at the world and scowling at every living creature that dared to cross his path; and Stiles would be his anchor, calming him down with a simple kiss on the cheek or by placing a warm hand on his broad shoulder. Now that the roles were evidently reversed, Derek was struggling to find out the right things to do/say, empathy never really being one of his strong suits.

“Babe?” Derek asked as he walked over to the couch and placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder as he would’ve done had the roles been swapped. “Um… have you tried not thinking about it?”

Stiles’s frown deepened and he rubbed at his temples, making Derek feel guilty.

Derek flinched and quickly tried to make things better. “Got a headache?” he asked, already dashing to the bathroom. “I’ll grab you some Ibuprofen!”

As Derek leaned over the sink, images of his sad husband kept replaying in his mind, making him grimace. He felt guilty for not being able to cheer up Stiles like he would do for him whenever he was moody. He couldn’t help but feel a little helpless and, what was worse, was that whenever he felt like this, it was usually Stiles who convinced him of otherwise with a little corny joke.

Derek loved his husband with all of his heart, and it pained him to see Stiles sad. He missed his smile, he missed his laugh.

“Damn it,” Derek cursed under his breath, “I wish I could cheer him up.”

The second the words left his mouth, Derek felt a shudder ripple through him. The sensation morphed into an odd tingling that consumed his whole body before fading, but not before being reduced to a tickle that actually made Derek laugh.

“Hyuck! Hyuck!” Derek guffawed, his normal throaty chuckle sounding more like a cartoonish wail that was comically deep. The werewolf jerked back and cleared his throat, wondering why he’d just laughed like that.

He shook it away and opened up the mirror cabinet to grab some Ibuprofen for Stiles, gasping when he saw his reflection after closing it.

His normally jet-black hair was green! Derek dropped the small pills in shock as he ran a shaky hand through his green hair, his eyes wide at the vibrant color that would without a doubt, draw a lot of attention his way. 

“What’s, *giggle, wrong with my hair— Hyuck! Hyuck!” Derek laughed again. This time, he finally realized that he’d been smiling the entire time. Although he was confused and slightly panicked over what was happening to him, his face looked alight with zeal. His pearly whites were on full display, which brought about something new to him. Derek had always had larger front teeth, Stiles sometimes referring to them as Bunny Teeth, but his eyes widened when he saw them grow in size until they protruded over his bottom lip, effectively giving him over-exaggerated buck teeth.

Derek barely had time to react to his large teeth before he witnessed his nose shudder. Its skin reddened drastically until it looked cherry red, even taking on a shimmery sheen. It then steadily inflated, rounding out until Derek had a red clown nose affixed to his face.

“I look ridiculous!” Derek giggled, still grinning widely despite his inner panic.

The altered werewolf’s first thought was to rush to Stiles, knowing that his husband would figure out what was happening to him. Derek quickly hurried out of the bathroom, stumbling over his feet as he moved. Derek’s eyes widened even further when he witnessed his feet elongating past their usual size thirteen, growing comically huge with large stumpy toes capping them. 

With each step he took, Derek’s new feet slapped loudly against the hardwood floors and he struggled to maintain his balance. His gait resembled someone more clumsy, struggling to walk a straight line. He kept bouncing against the walls, knocking over pictures and causing a ruckus as he moved.

With a loud giggle, Derek waddled into the living room where Stiles moped. His husband took one look at him and scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Der?” he asked. “What are you doing?”

Instead of asking for help, Derek heard himself laugh, “Hyuck! Hyuck! I heard that there’s someone who’s a little down!” He cringed at how he was acting, this cheery clown attitude a direct contrast with his usual self.

Stiles just stared blankly ahead. “Huh?”

“Want a balloon?” Derek happily asked. “I got a real big one for you!”

With large, flailing motions, Derek searched all around his clothes. His busy show wouldn’t allow him to display his shock over the bright neon colors that his black clothes had been magically dyed to. Derek felt as if he were a passenger in his own body, hearing himself speak and feeling himself move, but he didn’t have any control. He was helpless as he behaved like some sugary sweet clown, unable to stop smiling and giggling the entire time.

When Derek couldn’t find a balloon, he frowned before perking up with an a-ha motion. Pursing his lips and whistling through his large buck teeth, he unzipped his now bright yellow pants and let them fall to the ground. 

He exaggeratedly gasped as he looked down at his soft cock, grabbing at his green hair. “Oh no!” he chirped. “You don’t want that small balloon!” 

He winced at calling himself small, but then flinched when he saw the corner of Stiles’s mouth slowly pull upward. Seeing Stiles doing so sent a fluttering feeling through Derek’s chest, and he started to feel a little excited, his panic steadily fading.

Derek felt himself stick his thumb in his mouth and take in a deep breath, puffing out his chest. He then puffed out his cheeks and acting like he was blowing air into himself, pausing every so often to take a deep breath.

Stiles let out a little chuckle.

Derek felt himself perk up, his cock instantly rocketing to attention. It swelled up and stood out in front of him. Derek dropped his thumb from his mouth and gestured towards his hard cock.

“Ta-da!” he cheered, puffing his chest back out and setting his hands onto his hips proudly as he pushed his hips forward so that his rock hard member was closer to his husband.

Finally, Stiles’s face broke out into a loud smile and he started to laugh.

At seeing his husband finally laughing and being able to see his beautiful smile again, Derek’s cock throbbed and began to leak precum. His own smile was back in full force.

“Oh, thank you, Der,” Stiles cooed as he sat up and gave his husband a big hug. “You always know how to cheer me up.”

“Hyuck! Hyuck!” Derek guffawed, his face blushing wildly as Stiles kissed his cheek lovingly. Seeing the love of his life smiling again, Derek figured that as long as it made his husband happy, he was fine with being a werewolf clown.

[fanfics-and-bullshit]

In every fic I have read that has Junior in it, he is always a toddler or maybe 10 but never really anything older. So uh...teenage Junior. How do we feel about that?

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

I find it somewhat interesting that Zuko’s banishment forces him to travel the world. But he doesn’t grow or learn at all in those first three years until Aang appears. If anything he regresses before then. It’s something he of course, being banished, doesn’t and didn’t want, and it grates on him in contrast to Aang: for whom travelling is his way of life. 

But Zuko fails even in contrast to brand new travellers Sokka and Katara who grow and learn from their experiences quite quickly. He trails behind them too for quite some time. They come to understand the world and the people in it around them better than Zuko in just a few months if not weeks against Zuko’s three years locked away in a ship where crewmates are forced to serve him.

Zuko is focused on his mission and has no interest in the surroundings he’s in nor the people in it. Not until he’s forced to confront them and travel instead more akin to how Aang, Katara and Sokka are.

Zuko begins relying on camping and the kindness of strangers and later acts as a refugee in Ba Sing Se. No longer is he trapped within the prison of his own making within the ship with crewmen and servants taking care of his needs because they have little choice to do so. Zuko’s largest amount of internal growth occurs in Book Two for a reason when you remove the trappings of wealth and imperialism from him. He tries to deny his growth even then. He initially fully believes as royalty he should be simply given things and steals constantly. He also steals Song’s ostrich horse. He states his lineage proudly to an Earth Kingdom village. It gets to the point however that in Book Three after he betrayed both his Uncle and said growth, it no longer fully fits him and he no longer feels completely satisfied. He’s changed too much but he wants to deny it.

If Zuko had captured Aang successfully and kept hold of him in the first episode though, if he hadn’t gone through his experiences outside the ship and away from the crew (the first taste of which arguably was fighting alongside Aang in The Blue Spirit), he wouldn’t, perhaps, have chafed as much.

[giantessdrea]

New Video Release

"Giant Birthday Surprise"

 It's your birthday and I have a big surprise for you. Your biggest wish has always been for me to tower above me, to be a massive giantess and to feel as sexy, strong, and powerful as you see me, and above all else, you wish to worship me, your muscle mommy. 

I wake you up to show you your surprise. And you are excited to see that you are fitting in my hand. I start flexing for you and showing off my muscles. I then take you outside to a city to show how strong and powerful I am. And you watch in amazement. 

*Cups used as buildings, dumbbells used as trucks.

[bubmyg]

[sf447da]

One Kiss Is All It Takes (Foot Expansion)

You and your best friend Gina had a playful relationship since high school. The two of you were pretty sure the other had a crush on the other but were too nervous to explore it further for fear of ruining what you had. And besides, teasing one another was fun! 

You always delighted in teasing Gina by taking off your shirt at random times, showing off you fairly athletic body that you knew drove her wild. Gina, on the other hand, delighted in teasing you with her feet. You had once drunkenly admitted to her that you had checked out her feet before and thought they were really hot. A comment which she never let go.

The two of you were hanging out in her dorm like you had done many times before; however, there was a feeling in the air, a sexual tension that dared the two of you to want to take your relationship to the next level. It was time and as the two of you flirted back and forth, you knew you would both be wrapped up in steamy sexual bliss by the end of the night.

"Is that all you've got?" Gina teased as you removed your shirt in the bathroom, returning to her bed as Gina tried not to show you how aroused your body was making her. In reality, her nether regions were already wet for you.

You reassured you had much more where that came from as you brushed up against her, removing your jeans until you were in nothing but your boxers. Gina bit her lip, accepting the challenge as she freed her foot from her sock, tossing it to the side.

"Like what you see?" Gina asked, holding up her foot as your erection began to rise through your underwear.

You began to blush as you weren't sure how this all would end or if it would even end at all. Just before could reply, Gina interjected once again.

"I bet you can't kiss my foot and control yourself afterward. Go ahead, you know you want toooo!" She teased as she wiggled her foot.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss her foot. Your lips met her soft sole, pressing up against it as you thought this may very well be what causes you to explode. It took everything in you not to totally submit to making out with her foot, yet somehow, you managed restraint. You could almost swear you heard Gina let out a moan of pleasure before you removed your lips.

As you pulled away from her foot, you were astonished to see her foot was bigger than your entire head! 

"I...is that all? Just one kiss?... I bet you can't do it again." Gina said, struggling to keep her composure.

As you leaned in, you knew even one more kiss would be enough to set in motion a night of steamy sex and even more enormous feet. It was time to take things to another level, and you were both more than ready.

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[pelleas-at-castle-nox]

Ancient Forest/Leather

It was common knowledge that the woods of the Demesne were holy ground, and nobody, not the Denizens, and certainly not an outsider like you, were welcome in them. It was also fairly common knowledge that it was an old superstition, grounded in fear of a particularly powerful dragon who had long since stopped patrolling these woods. You didn't know which story to believe, and maybe it was some self destructive urge that saw you wandering in past the treeline, but you were here now.

The beauty of the forest was unlike anything you'd seen in your home world, never before seen plants, strangely evolved animals, and of course, the delicious fruits that you discovered every step of the way. You'd purchased a field guide and it hadn't steered you wrong so far. You even showed self restraint, avoiding the ones marked as poisonous even if you dreamed that maybe something tantalizing would lie in the poisons of this place, and yet you knew whatever magical effect they would have on you, it would be notably less fun to experience if no one ever came to look for you, which no one would.

You'd been exploring all day and your clothes and hands were sticky from the ripe fruit you'd been devouring. While you'd thought far enough to prepare for the hike, you certainly didn't plan for an overripe peach looking thing to splatter you with deliciously sticky juice. Try as you might to kick yourself clean, it just wasn't working, and the guidebook did say it was dangerous to go around emanating certain scents for fear of predators, and not the fun kind either.

You suddenly froze in your tracks when you came upon a clearing, with a beautiful spring that glowed mysteriously. You'd seen plenty of other things reminiscent of video games in your time here, so throwing caution to the wind, you went with the first instinct such a specific sight brought you, a healing spring! The way little motes of light danced around it like fairies only reinforced the idea as you shrugged off your pack. Whatever kind of spring it was, it probably wouldn't help to soak your entire inventory too. You looked down with a blush at the way your light armor conformed around your middle, having grown stuffed from your epicurian taste testing session. You decided it's probably best to leave the clothes behind too, and hand wash the juice stains out once you're no longer an insect attractant yourself.

Stripped down like this, you check the coast once more to ensure nobody's around, and slowly dip your toes into the tranquil water. In an instant, all the aches and pains your feet had accrued from carrying you around the forest all day melted away. This confirmed your theory, there wasn't any other explanation. You began to walk further towards the center, though to your surprise the decline of the shore was quite steep. You'd scarcely taken five steps before the water was up to your thighs, and a few more steps saw the water rising up to your pleasantly stuffed abdomen.

When the water began to soothe your overburdened belly, you felt a burning hunger take the place of satiated fullness. It was a surprisingly intense emotion, one that wasn't unpleasant, but was certainly filling you with desires. The previous experience had left you wanting more of course, but the desire to plunge deeper was nothing compared to the roaring inferno of desire that your hunger was becoming. Still, you'd come in here with a mission, and your will was strong enough that a bit of existential hunger wasn't going to stop you from fully submerging.

Rather than continuing deep enough to submerge, you decided you were. content to just splash yourself and head back to the shore for a snack. You cupped your hands and drew a deep draught to your lips, drinking it down without a second thought as the excess water spilled over your form. The juice washed away remarkably easy, but that drink certainly didn't seem to fix whatever hunger was burning inside you. Cautiously you took a few more sips, your throat clearing of any dryness. It felt wonderful, all of it was pleasurable beyond your understanding, except for that hunger. You cautiously turned around, and began to carry yourself out of the water, only to find your legs having a hard time responding. This only prompted you to struggle harder as you began to lift your feet and stomp them back down heavily. You didn't know what was surprising you more, the fact that as your thighs left the water, they were puffed out to Titanic proportions, or the fact that you were no longer alone.

Approaching from the distance was an astonishingly tall and fat dragon with scales as dark as the night. It plodded along silently, the forest seeming to know to not quake under its massive footsteps. From your angle, you gauged that it was roughly 8 feet tall, even if it was exactly 8 feet tall. Its odd eyes were piercing you, and suddenly you felt even more silly to be standing in this spring naked with newly acquired thunder thighs. You wanted to flee, but indecision gripped your mind. You couldn't go back into the water, not with your new knowledge, and yet the only way forward was past this blubber ball of scales. It didn't matter that it outsized you by several factors, the fact of the matter was it looked to be in complete control.

You took a few more steps forward, the bloated nature of your lower legs more obvious as you were forced into an exaggerated waddle. For a brief moment, you entertained the idea of just running past it, even with your current condition, the dragon was exceedingly fat, its belly hanging down to kiss the forest floor even with its unnervingly perfect posture. Such hopes that this butterball was docile and incapable of catching prey were squashed when it took an interest in your pack. You hoped to take advantage of that, run past while it was distracted trying to bend over far enough to pick your items up, but all it did was reach a fat paw out and the pack rose up to meet it, ferried along on a vine that sprouted from the ground.

The dragon looked over the contents with a bored expression, throwing your things out behind it before settling on some of your rations, which it devoured without a second thought. It began to waddle closer, and you figured if nothing else, you should get out of the water. You trudged further, your fattening feet unable to clear the water's surface, water dripping off your glistening fat rump, your belly puffed out to slap on those bloated thighs. Just when you were about to clear the water, the dragon met you at the shoreline, its piercing gaze not leaving your eyes.

"You look silly.

You should not have drank the water.

You belong to me now."

Rising up into the air on a stump that rose to lift up the fat dragon's enormous ass, it planted its feet directly into your face, the only thing remotely thin left on you. You got to enjoy the oddly sensual and delicate touch for a moment, before you fell backwards into the water. The spring seemed to react, unwilling to let its prey go twice as you began to fatten all over, the water having its way with you completely. Larger and rounder you swelled, more equal now that you were submerged, but all your top half could do was play catch-up with your ballooning bottom half.

Your adventure seems like it wouldn't continue after this, you fell victim to the Lord of the forest. Perhaps it would roll you back to the nearby village when it was done with you, perhaps it would keep you as a plaything, all you knew was that for now, you were insatiably hungry, and the water you were gulping down wasn't satisfying that hunger.

[lightdancer1]

See the further irony is:

That in using 'Mall Goth Sauron' as the take on Dark Willow over 'misogynist has character randomly killed for LULZ' it also allows for greater accountability on the one hand and for Season 7 to thematically focus on repairing all this damage in the midst of facing an enemy of shadows reliant on lies to further itself. The only way to break the Druj is the absolute Truth in a very Zoroastrian sense. Characters don't get to neatly skip past accountability for their actions, and this would spiral over into further later seasons with the essential reality that in an otherwise lower-level setting this one random girl from California is a Dark Phoenix-tier reality warper and the most powerful person on the planet, or the universe.

And the questions of how that power could and should be employed on the one hand and that Willow is essentially a Doctor Strange type who beats up Gods and Eldritch Abominations for her regular line of work where her counterparts deal with the more 'street level' crises would in turn be the logical conclusion of where the show ends. She doesn't do as much physical fighting for the same reason that Stephen Strange never uses magic to go punch the Hulk in the face, her narrative role is ultimately that of Sorceress Supreme of Earth, with literally nobody in an ancient established war anticipating that this one random ginger from California was and is the new Sorceress Supreme and that if they had had such awareness the realities are that this power would and could have taken worse forms.

Unfortunately for the world, the reality too is that it is a shy computer geek who has a not at all subtle dark side and the usual teenage anxieties and insecurities given the equivalent of being able to reliably actually do things other people might dream of but can never do.

But again as long as Dawn Summers being a good thing is a narrative convention that's established memory magic is a poor choice to show the corrupting effects of reality-warping. It's a case of 'yes as established in canon all of this is true for that one season but then they decided to retcon it, so the fans are not obligated to care about it any more than the canon does about this itself.'